I have now kissed Darth Vader. In public, before God and everybody.
Before you ask, I’ll just say it: He’s a gentle, beautiful man. He smelled of summer lavender blossoming in the fields of Givenchy. His helmet flaps, so delicate, his control panel, so powerful. Moments after this was taken, I swooned. Didn’t think I even knew how to swoon, but swoon I did.
He’s an angel, my friends, and nothing like the churl portrayed by that oily bitch Hayden Christensen.